All Things Work Out Poem by Bob Gotti
All Things Work Out
All Things will indeed fall in place, for our God is a God of Grace.
All fears God will erase away, giving you comfort along the way.
Replacing the fear He does erase, with God’s peace in its place.
Soon what seems so very new, will all be common place for you.
The Grace God bestows on you, in His time will see you through.
No matter what your heart may say, God will lead you all the way.
As your emotion wells up inside, in Christ Jesus you must abide.
For His Grace is sufficient friend, from the beginning to the end.
What seems today to be concern, is just one more means to learn.
God will help you to understand, the present task you have at hand.
God puts you on unknown roads, sometimes with very heavy loads.
God uses things you don’t know, within your world to help you grow.
He works out tasks big and small; and God helps you when you fall.
What seems to be a huge task, can shrink to nothing when you ask.
Going to God on bended knees, will put your troubled heart at ease.
Just ask God right where you are, for Christ, my friend, is never far.
Friend, any time, any place, you can call upon His Awesome Grace.
A Grace that reaches far and wide, filling you with His Peace inside.
Just let Christ Jesus fill your heart, in each and every task you start.
And all your fears shall melt away, as Christ is in your heart to stay.
08/2005
Hey Bob, I think one of the reasons people aren’t more devout is that going to church is such a chore. Maybe you and I can think up some ways to make church attendance more enticing. How about having the pastor ride a mechanical bull on the pulpit? You know, like John Travolta in Urban Cowboy. I don’t think that was one of his better movies, by the way. He was good in Pulp Fiction, where Samuel Jackson recites a Bible passage before shooting that guy. That sure made the Bible passage have impact. See, that’s what I’m talking about. Impact. Excitement. Drama. That’s what church needs more of. Maybe volunteers could dress up in devil suits and cuss and scream at parishioners as they make their way in to church. They could yell things like, “No, don’t go in there! Stay outside and do some drugs! ” That would sure wake people up. It would at least be good for a laugh. Either way, the church benefits. Of course there will always be some grouchy members of the congregation who raise a fuss about the whole thing. Just ignore them. Party poopers.
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5/5/2024 6:00:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
bob dont worry if you have upset poetry hound which your exercise in free speech in the form of poetry which is more poetry then the said critic poetry hound writes for a start you have a better boss old poetry hound worships old nick that is where he obtains his poetry bob i say to you bob down and receive your eight and dont be late the blob